10:44 p.m. - 2001-09-18
conversations at the roof-top
"isn't it scary?"
he stands at the edge.peering over at the park below.
"yes,it's a bit sick."
"i think i'm sick."
"how sick is that? to think that you're sick."
"ya....weird."
"absolutely."
"nothing's absolute...cept maybe death."
"don't be sick."
"have you thought of suicide?"
"how many times do you want to ask me."
"i'm not counting."
"me neither."
"what's wrong?"
"everything."
"why?"
"everything."
"it's hard to look at the bright side,isn't it."
"it's always hard."
"sick and tired?"
"sick and tired of always being sick and tired."
he looks at me,"who are you talking to?"
i said," nobody".
